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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.