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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Anakelly to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
cv313,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.