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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.