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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.