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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Gong,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.