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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.