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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.