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 Maldives and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Wire,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.