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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Monolake to the funk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.