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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.