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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Los Fastidios to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Monks,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.