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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.