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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.