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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Can,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.