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 China and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jandek to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.