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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.