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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.