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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Flipper,
UT,
Wings,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.