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 Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies 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 rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.