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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Scion,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Motorama,
MC5,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.