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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.