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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.