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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.