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 San Marino 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.