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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Nico 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.