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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.