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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barracudas 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.