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 Iran 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.