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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
The Index,
The Cure,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.