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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.