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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Terrestrial Tones 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Smog,
JFA,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.