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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.