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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Excepter,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.