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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.