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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.