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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Detroit Cobras 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.