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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.