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 El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.