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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.