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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 D'Angelo 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.