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 Comoros and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.