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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
The Litter,
X-102,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.