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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.