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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.