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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.