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 Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.