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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.