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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.