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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.