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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.