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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.