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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.