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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.