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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.