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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Charles Mingus to the rock 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.