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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Organ,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.