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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.