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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.