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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.