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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Move to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.