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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.