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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Slave,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Swans,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.