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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.