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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Monks 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.