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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.