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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Fear,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.