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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.