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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.