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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
UT,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.