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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.