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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.