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 Pakistan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.