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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.