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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
ABC,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
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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.