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 Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.