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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Visage,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.