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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.