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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.