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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
UT,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.