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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.