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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.