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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.