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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.