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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.