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 Cape Verde 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.