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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.