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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Boredoms to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.