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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.