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 France and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Smog,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.