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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Model 500,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.