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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.