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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.