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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Sparks,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.