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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Donald Byrd 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.