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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a marimba 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Organ,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.