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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.