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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.