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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.