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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.