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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Crime,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.