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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.