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 Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.