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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.