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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Monks,
Model 500,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.