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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.