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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
MC5,
Skarface,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.