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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.