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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.