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 South Africa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 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 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 The Kinks to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.