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 Mozambique 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
10cc,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.