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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.