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 Comoros 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 guitar 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 The Dead C to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
JFA,
The Associates,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.