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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Ronan,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.