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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
DNA,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.