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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.