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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.