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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Audionom 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
UT,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.