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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
UT,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.