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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.