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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.