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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.