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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.