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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.