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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Gong,
Technova,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.