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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.