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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.