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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.