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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Whodini,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.