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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stooges to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Interpol,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.