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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.