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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.