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 Madagascar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.