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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.