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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic 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.