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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Monks,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.