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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Brick,
The Standells,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.