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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.