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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Suicide,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Hashim,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.