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 Malawi 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.