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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.