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 Malawi 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
X-102,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.