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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Saints,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.