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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.