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 Cambodia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.