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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Slave,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.