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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.