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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 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 Fugazi 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.