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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.