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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
John Cale,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.