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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the rock 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.