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 Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.