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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.