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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.