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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.