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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
the Association,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.