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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.