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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.