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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.