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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.