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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.