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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Television,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat 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.