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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.