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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.