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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Organ,
Pole,
World's Most,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.