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 Rwanda 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
The Victims,
the Normal,
World's Most,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.