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 Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.