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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.