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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.