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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Scion,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.