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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.