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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.