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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.