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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.