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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.