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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.