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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Calgary and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.