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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Can,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.