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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Q65,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.