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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.