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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.