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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.