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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.