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 Paraguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.