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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.