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 Jordan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.