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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Selecter to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.