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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.