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 Egypt 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Nico,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.