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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Darondo,
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.