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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.