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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.