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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.