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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.