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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Das Ding,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.