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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.