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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Crime,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.