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 Croatia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Audionom,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.