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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.