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 Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.