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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.