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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.