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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.