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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.