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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.