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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler 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?
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.