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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.