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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.