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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Slave,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
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Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.