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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.