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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Toasters 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.