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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Cramps to the rap 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.