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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.