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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
UT,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Television,
Gang of Four,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.