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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.