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 Romania 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 UT to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.