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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.