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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.