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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.