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 India and from Mexico City.
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 Manila and Bologna.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.