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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.