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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Wings 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 rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.