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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.