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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.