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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Television,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.