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 United States 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Can,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.