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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.