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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.