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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.