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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.