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 Macedonia and from London.
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 Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.