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 Fiji and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.