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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Techniques to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.