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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.