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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.