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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Pole,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Crime,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.