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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.