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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
the Association,
June Days,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Pole,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Pylon,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.