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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.