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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.