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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.