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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.