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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.