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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.