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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.