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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.