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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.