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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party 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?
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.