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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.