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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
New Order,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.