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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 UT to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.