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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.