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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.