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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the funk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
John Holt,
ABC,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.