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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Television,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.