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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.