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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Faust,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.