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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.