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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
CMW,
The Index,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.