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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Fear,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.