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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.