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 Guatemala 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.