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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Moby Grape 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.