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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.