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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Index,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.