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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.