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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.