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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.