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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.