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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Index,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.