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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.