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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.