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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.