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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.