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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.