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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.