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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Model 500,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.