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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.