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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.