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 Finland 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Ten City,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.