Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.