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 Angola 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.