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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.