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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.