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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Yellowson to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Faust,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.