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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
MC5,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
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.