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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.