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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.