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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.