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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Symarip,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.