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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
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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.