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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.