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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.