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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Black Bananas 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.