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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.