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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.