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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.