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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.