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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.