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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.