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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
The Names,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.