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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.