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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.