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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.