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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Index,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.