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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
MDC,
Fear,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.