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 France and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the grime 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.