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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.