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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.