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 Swaziland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 Velvet Underground to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.