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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Japan,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.