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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.