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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.