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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Index,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.