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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
10cc,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.