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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.