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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.