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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.