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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.