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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.