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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.