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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the dance 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Nico,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.