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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 The Five Americans to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.