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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.