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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.