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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.