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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.