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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.