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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.