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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.