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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Joe Smooth to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.