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 Burundi 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Quantec to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.