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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.