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 Tanzania 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.