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 Hungary 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Crime,
Mars,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.