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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.