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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.