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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.