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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Smog,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.