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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
the Germs,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.