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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.