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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.