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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Brick,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.