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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.