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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cramps to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.