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 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Five Americans to the disco 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.