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 Tunisia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.