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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai 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?
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.