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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.