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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.