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 Burundi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.