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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Roxette,
cv313,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.