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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.