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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.