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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.