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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.