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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.