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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.