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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.