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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Flipper,
Smog,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.