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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
The Human League,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.