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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.