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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.