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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
June Days,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.