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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.