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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Model 500 to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.