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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.