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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.