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 San Marino 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Evens to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.