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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.