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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.