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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.