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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.