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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.