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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.