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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.