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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.