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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.