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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.