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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.