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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.