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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.