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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.