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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.