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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.