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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.