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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Unwound,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.