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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.