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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
ABC,
Lalann,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.