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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.