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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.