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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.