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 Pakistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.