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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.