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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Qualms,
The Index,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.