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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Cal Tjader to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Hashim,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.