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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade 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 Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.