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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.