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 Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Monks,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.