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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Skriet 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.