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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
X-101,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.