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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Zapp,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Cluster,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Television,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.