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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.