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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.