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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.