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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.