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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Mars,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.