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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.