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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Mars,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.