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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.