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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Television,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.