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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.