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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.