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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.