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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.