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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.