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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Faust,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.