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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.