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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.