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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.