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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Franke,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.