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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Can,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.