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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.