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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.