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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.