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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.