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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.