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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.