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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.