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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
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.