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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.