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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.