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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.