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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.