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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Leaves to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.