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 Namibia and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blackbyrds to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.