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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.