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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.