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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.