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 India and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.