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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Stooges to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield 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?
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.