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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.