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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.