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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
a-ha,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.