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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.