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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.