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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Television,
AZ,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.