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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.