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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.