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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Tremeloes to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.