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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.