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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.