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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.