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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.