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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.