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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.