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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.