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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.