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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.