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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Index,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.