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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.