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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Crime,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.