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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Busters 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 grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.