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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves 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?
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.