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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.