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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Moebius,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.