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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks 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?
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Brick,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.