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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Quantec,
UT,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.