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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.