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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.