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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Fear,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.