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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.