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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.