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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ten City,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.