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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra 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?
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
New Order,
Flipper,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.