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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.