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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.