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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
The Monks,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.