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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
X-101,
Visage,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.