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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.