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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.