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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.