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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.