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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Can,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.