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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.