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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.