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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.