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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.