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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.