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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.