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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.