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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.