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 Fiji and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.