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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.