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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
UT,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.