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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.