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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Technova,
The Mummies,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.