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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.