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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.