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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Mars to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
cv313,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
The Victims,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.