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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.