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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.