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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.