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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.