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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.