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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.