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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.