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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 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 Germs to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.