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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.