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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Wings,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.