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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.