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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 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?
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Chrome,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.