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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Franke,
the Swans,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.